Frozen Sunshine: For Ethel

        It was the first Saturday in March. As usual I rose early;  looked out the window and wrote this poem:

I awoke to a world of whiteness
Marshmallow mountains
Barren branches lined with titanium white
Cedar trees dipped in sugar

A panorama painted in the hours of night
That I might be greeted and gloriously gifted by day
Winter weather frozen forever in memory
Adorned in white
Frozen sunshine.

      The phrase frozen sunshine was a tern used by a lover of nature, particularly fond of winter and skiing. I was introduced to her briefly one morning by a dear neighbor Both of these women passed on in their nineties and both were lovers of natural wonders and the outdoors. While we dread winter and complain of shoveling and shivering, these ladies adored the frozen sunshine that fell and painted their world white and full of wonder.

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